I've been working at this since May and I feel like I'm getting nowhere. The gym isn't getting better. My foot hurts, but not as bad. Or maybe I've become acclimated to the pain. My belly doesn't seem to be getting any smaller. Only my wrists, but, but wait, just one wrist seems to be getting smaller. I say that in sarcasm because I wear just one bracelet. Did the links stretch and this is all a joke? I'm drinking 64oz of water. Clean eating, moderation, protein, more fruit, more veggies, no French Fries, no this, no that and I feel like it's all in insert a cuss-word vain.
I'm just supposed to be fat. I've been praying and nearly to tears about this. Gastric bypass has even crossed my mind. But I don't know with Jesse Jackson Jr. having depression and bi-polarism. I'm already angry and frustrated. That's probably what happened. Couldn't lose weight, had surgery, somebody said that trigger word. You never know. It's serious people.
Maybe I should go back on the Devil aka metformin. That will surely get my bowels moving like a ninja in the dark, but leaving me feeling like I have a serious stomach virus. I'd rather be fat than to use that stuff again. Yet, out of desperation I thought about it.
I prayed to God, Allah, Jesus, Mother Mary, Buddha, and my blue light within to make a blankety-blank cramp in my ab to go away while working out. I'm sure God side-eyed me when I cussed because just as it was going away, the cramp came back. I prayed for forgiveness. Yes, my attitude is deplorable. Now if you got offended, cast the first stone.
The mirror at the gym, let me tell you about that liar. My shape is flicted, but not as messed up as that. A little weight loss and toning and I'll be fine. It's like I'm at a carnival and come up to the fun house of mirrors. My belly is not that big. Mirror, mirror on the wall, I'll take seven bad years for you. Just like your lying cousin the scale.
I'm stepping on 2X4s with nails in them. Poor puppydawgkittyboogirl was crated one night after the gym so I could take a nap before work. She was barking entirely too much.
A cortisone shot would be the ticket. I'm really thinking about that. In my mind I've already thought out the whole pain channeling. I would need a nurse possibly to talk to during the procedure. I like doctors and nurses that coo me to a happy place when pain is involved. Yes, talk to me in a soothing voice and tell me I'm doing great.
Conclusion, I'll keep on exercising and eating clean. I didn't gain ten pounds in a month.